We've moved thrice, changed jobs four times, met a man, had a hiccup with said man and signed a lease for our fourth move. I'm currently living with a friend, working things through with the man, holding down 2 jobs and my anxiety is through the fecking roof. Only since we signed the lease.... They can find me because I can't run. 'They' are the Faceless - the ones who come in the night and take children. Or rip them screaming from their mothers arms in broad daylight while those who support Them look on.
It's a long weekend here in WA. I planned to go camping, but when the weekend finally rolled around, I was too damn tired (read physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted) to go. So the dog and I have stayed home, watched Amazon Prime and dodged housework. I've been here 10 months. I love it. The region, the town, the people are all fantastic. I love most aspects of my job. But I am deeply unhappy. Reason: this isn't IT. I knew that when I decided to move here: I came here to heal. But what I didn't know was that I was going to cop another epic personal loss which would leave me questioning everything I am doing. I had a (hot, platonic) distraction for a while but that's gone (it was nice, having a distraction - being able to look at the 'What if I...' kept me from thinking). Now though, I am back to thinking (or sleeping) in my down time. And it's not helping me. I cannot, in all good conscience, leave yet. For one thing, I have a responsibility (p...
My 'problem child' client was not in today so we all had a fairly chilled day - went for morning tea in the bush where I got native 'soap', to taste sap (chewy) and to try 'sweet tree' (I didn't ask). The dog came with us, he was out of sorts this morning, so I took him in with me. He was 'Ehh...' most of the day but came good in the afternoon. I fully expect to get yelled at tomorrow for not answering my phone/waiting around for the 'problem child' client - but the reality is we are not going to sit around waiting for one person who may or may not turn up.
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